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  Sep 2014 Beaux
The Girl Who Loves You
An Angel and a Demon, above the world, filled with chaos and destruction. Debating over saving humanity or letting it fall into devastation.....

This world is worth saving,
You see the good ones down there,
Praying and helping?  
Good beats evil, every time.
Letting things fall apart would be a crime.


My angelic friend, you're too high in the sky,
Grace us; come down from that ivory perch.
It won't take much to see through the lies,
Not much at all, to see what they're worth.


Dear demonic soul, don't you know?
Their worth is not in question.
Their value is more than our weight in gold,
Have some more appreciation!


Right--between war, the crucifixion and ****,
These humans are just such lovely things.
They aren't filled with a single ounce of hate,
Oh, come now! See the atrocities they bring!


The things you say may be true,
But there's so much good down there.
Remember Noah and the Renaissance?
The missionaries and volunteers, they still care!


Oh, goodness! Yes, how could I forget?
******* Priests with their souls to sell?
Rich lead the depraved farther into debt?
Your precious world is going straight to Hell!


No, you monster! How dare you talk like that!
These are human beings, not toy things.
They'll prove you wrong, peace is coming.
Go tell your puppet master to cut his strings!


Don't PREACH to me of puppetry, fairy!
Whatever happened to your God's free will?
Compared to Earth, Hell isn't that scary!
**** rat race! ***, money, egos, and thrills!


I'll preach what I have to, to save these humans souls,
Spineless creature.. You're wrong on so many levels!
I can't wait to dance with glee, while you unravel,
Dragging your worthless shell back home to the Devil!


I guess the horrors before you aren't enough,
You must want your sandbox to turn to doom.
These aren't falsehoods--this isn't a bluff,
Say what you will; Hell's running out of room!


.... And there Angel and Demon bickered, for what seemed an eternity. Purity prospered in parts, where death and deprivation brought others into declension. At odds and ends, they both returned home, leaving Earth to fend for its own.
Such an amazing experience collaborating with the great Frank Ruland,  we enjoyed this so much!  Hope you all like it too!
  Sep 2014 Beaux
Lukas
Look at me and see my face
Look at me and see my body
Look at me and see my build
Look at me and know the truth
I want to be myself
But it's hard when you're in the wrong body
Ross is my name
I have no other
Look at me and see I'm a girl
Look at me and see I'm frail
Look at me and see I'm small
Look at me and see the lie
I am a boy like any other
I am just the same don't you see?
I get bullied and beat
I get tripped and shoved
My books and papers fly down the halls
I just want to be Ross
I am Ross
For everyone dealing with a similar situation. You know who you are.
  Sep 2014 Beaux
Lukas
My wings beat quick
But you catch me
The feathers fall off
One by one
My wings are gone
You drop me
Down I fall to the earth below
I wonder for days
I find others
I realize this is my home
With the fallen angels
  Sep 2014 Beaux
Haydn Swan
Watch him twist, watch him squirm,
Watch him catch the early worm,
See him writhe, see him turn,
He’ll take your soul,
then watch it burn.


© H V Swan
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